A Colorful Life

A plain old Sharpie seems ordinary

When it writes thick colors and lines

When compared to life it’s extraordinary

Though people may say otherwise

I know you’re thinking that I’m wrong

How could I be right?

But you will see when you read along

That a Sharpie is just like your life

All the colors red, yellow and blue

Show feelings you have inside

Blue is the sadness you already knew

And yellow a symbol of pride

Your life’s like a Sharpie you can’t erase

You can’t take back words that you said

It’s permanent like the feeling that stays

And if you rub it, indeed it will spread

You may think white out could be your solution

But the words remain under the paint

So please be aware of your verbal pollution

but I'm not saying to act like a saint

Sharpies are used for good and for bad

The writer must make the choice

Some choose graffiti, which I think is sad

While others can give words a voice

But every-day Sharpies that put on their caps

And hide who they really are

Sometimes they end up with different hats

And pretend to be something they aren’t

So pick up your Sharpie and use your brain

Put thought in the stories you write

Don’t make bad remarks that may leave a stain

On the people you know in your life

Because the time comes when the Sharpie will fade

But the words that it wrote will survive

No more beautiful lines in the color parade

Because the Sharpie is empty of dye.